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I have been so distracted because of midterms and the fact I have been hanging in Liverpool for the past week exploring parts Lancashire.  I really love it around here. I know I had the option to explore Paris, Vienna, or other more famous cities. But, I wanted to be some place where I feel more at home since I have made a load of new friends around here. I do not regret it one bit.

How did I grow from this?

First off, I went to this place called the Mello Mello in Liverpool and read some poetry out loud. I was happy the people liked it especially my boyfriend. I could have done better in my opinion. But, I was so proud that I was able to get on stage to do my first spoken word and just voice my opinion. I was able to write three poems in one night. The rush was so amazing.

I just want to focus on writing and becoming a counselor somehow.

Plus, I got to be some very inspirational people who regardless of the economy are working really hard to get creative projects done.

Biggest example,  my friends are working in creating a new film in Liverpool about these nerds going on a crazy adventure to see the 3 original Star Wars film back to back. It's like Scott Pilgrim, Super Bad, with more sci-fi. If you don't like Star Wars, that's okay, it will still make you laugh.

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Zombie Attack.

Zombies are one the more common creatures I see in the world.

Everyone else calls them working adults.

And, I have met "adults" who all they do is that, work.  They complain and it feels like their souls are being sucked out of them. It's like they aren't even alive anymore.

My worse fear in growing up is becoming a cooperate Zombie. For me it's like the American Dream is a lie to convince kids to go to school, put all this juicy knowledge in their brains. Once they are nice and ripe....BAM!....they get eaten alive by the hungry Zombies.

These people can longer think for themselves anymore. They try to feed of the brains of unsuspecting thinkers.

These Zombies are convinced that there is no room for play time anymore. All that matters is work and getting more brains for the apocalypse.

And, this of course starts early. And, we end up getting a Zombie attack right around college.

Like the adults I meet,  it seems that certain students I have met are stuck with with two choices out of sleep, good grades, and play.


Once they get out college, certain students are still so lost that they become easy targets for the Zombies to get them.

Some students, in fact, have given up and want to get bitten since they have no where is to go. They feel that playtime is only the living.

Not to mention, all the student debt we have to pay for the price these two choices.

College, for me,  is a now a breeding for these monsters.

So right now, I'm trying to figure out a plan where I can manage my time and not get attacked by one these Zombies.

I want to be able to work and have fun. Furthermore, be a different form of monster that can bring life back in these creatures.

One my favorite people Maggie Mayhem has done just that. When I read that she is in Yale for speaking about Sex Workers. It gave me hope. That I can do what I do a career in what I want and share it with the world.
 

This too requires a lot of hard work and focus. But, at least I won't be a Zombie.

Bring it on!

 When I was a child, my heroes varied from comic book characters, political and historical figure, and even female adult workers.

They all had something in common, they did what they wanted regardless of what others thought.

Now,  of course there is the cliche message: "Be who you are, who cares what people say!"


But as we grow up, I notice many adults do lean to conform more and more for various reasons. It could be they just want to be normal, laziness, just going with the flow, or the fear of being ridiculed.

I know I was often insulted and put down by my family because of the way I was. It has been affecting me the past month.

Today I just went out wearing my foxtail. For some reason, for some that is a sign of immaturity and craziness.

I just think, it's just a piece of clothing that I like to wear.

Then I reminded myself that I shouldn't try to molded into something that other people created.

I mean being an adult is taking responsibility and control over yourself.

Besides, if I would have followed the norms and listen to what family had to say, I would be pregnant and married with a machismo jerk.

Also, the best adults know when to act like kids.

I know, I know, this is soooo cliche. But, if it didn't need saying, than why do I still see people being afraid of something they don't understand and judge it without asking questions?